A Helping Hand P11

>You laid there, for a while in silence, just listening to each other’s breaths and heartbeats.
>You idly pet her mane. She had closed her eyes and put her face into her hooves.
>You knew you were smiling, but the day’s affairs had really taken a lot out of you.
>Today had started out so amazing, too.
>Your eyes catch the metal cylinder of tea off to the side.
>Right next to the bag with your broken tea mug.
>You don’t frown though. It was just a mug.
>But it was the first gift you’d ever gotten for a girl.
>Doesn’t matter.
>I still have her, don’t I?
>You look down at her again, and breathe a heavy sigh.
>So this is what it’s like to have a girlfriend?
>Your hand lightly scratches behind her ears and they flick at your touch. Curiousity gets the better of you, and you run a fingertip around one. They were covered in a much shorter coat, and Rarity’s were slightly pointed.
>You go to explore the inner ear when you flattens them and opens her eyes at you.
“Uh…sorry. Just curious.”
>She lifts herself up and sits on your stomach. She’s rather light, so you don’t mind.
>You try your damndest to not make a note of how close she is to sitting on your dick.
>She, instead, tries her damndest to make you notice by swishing her violet tail against your inner thigh.
>You can feel goosebumps rise on your skin at the attention.
“Rarity…er…your tail?” You ask, hoping it wasn’t on purpose.
>”It’s a really nice tail, isn’t it Anonymous?” She says with a giggle.
>How in the world are you going to convince her to stop when she’s being so damn cute?
>You get an idea.
>You run your hand down her sides and place your hand on her flank, right on top of her cutie mark.
>You catch the semblance of a blush.
“…not now please?”
>You idly finger one of the delicate blue diamonds, tracing its outline.
>She elicits the semblance of a moan, at your touch, and you begin to think that this may not be the best way to stop her from getting frisky.
>Luckily, the door creaks open and Sweetie Belle’s fluffy head pokes out, her face first looking worried, and then ecstatic as she sees the both of you smiling.
>It’s good she’s young, because you were in a rather compromising position.
>”Does that mean you two are better now?” She asks excitedly, racing into the room.
“Yeah, Sweetie, I think we’re okay now. It was a…”
>”…a misunderstanding, little one. Come now, it’s time for bed.”
>And with that Rarity somehow shifted into Big Sister mode, carefully getting off of you and walking Sweetie Belle out of the room.
>She turns her head at you as she passes through the doorway and smiles at you.
>You climb off of the bed with mild difficulty. Your muscles still ached, but your nosebleed had stopped and your mental faculties were still…well…they were still working. That’s what counts, right?
>You pass by the little container of tea and pick it up, taking it into the kitchen.
>You were going to give her a gift, regardless.
>You set out her kettle, fill it up, and turn the burner on. Even after three and a half weeks of Equestria, you’re still full of ‘stupid questions’.
>How the hell do they have heating stoves without burning fuel?
>How do they turn these little knobs with hooves?
>You lean against the wall and cross your arms, waiting for the kettle to whistle at you.
>You can hear Sweetie and Rarity talking in the other room, but can’t make any words out.
>They were such good sisters, despite how much they tended to disagree with one another.
>They were also the closest to family that you had, here in this strange world.
>…family…
>Huh.
>The teapot’s siren screech breaks you out of your thoughts, and you take it off the stove.
>You open the canister with a slight *kshh* noise. Air sealed.
>Technology.
>Luckily, it came with a tea ball inside the canister, and you pour a cup out to steep for a bit.
>Rarity walks in from putting Sweetie Belle to sleep, a full wine glass hovering shakily in front of her.
>She takes a sip and looks at you.
>Your face is anything but pleased.
>”What? It helps me sleep.” She says, plainly, taking another sip.
>You put your hand to your head and sigh.
>…and then your tired mind gets an idea.
>You pick up the little cup of tea and turn to her.
>She takes another sip, and you sigh noisily at her.
“Rarity…you know what, nevermind.”
>You take matters into your own hands, for once.
>You take it out of her little magic bubble, the chilling pins and needles making the hair on your hand stand up, the skin blemishing a faint red.
>But she doesn’t put up any resistance as you wrest the glass from her.
>Tired, you guess.
>You set the glass on the counter and hand her the cup.
>She looks at you, annoyed and puzzled.
”This is my gift to you, Rarity. Jasmine tea. It’s supposed to relax your nerves.”
>She takes it and sniffs at it curiously.
”I figured you were really busy or something…locked up in your room like that all day.”
>That one hits home, and you see her ears flatten.
“…that it’d help you focus, or something.”
>With that, you take your leave, walking past her toward the stairs to your room.
>You feel a tug on your shirt.
>Her tail has a hold of your shirt gently and she looks back at you, sadly, cup still in hand.
>“Th…thank you Anonymous…” She manages to whisper. You can see a glimmer in her eyes.
>You really didn’t mean to upset her, but…if she’s been drunk pretty much every time she’s had an outburst at you? If that’s the reason she’s been treating you with such disdain…
>You clear those thoughts out of your head, and flash her a smile.
>You go to move again, and she tugs at your shirt a little harder.
>Okay Rarity what now.
>She’s turned to face you now, letting go of your shirt.
>”Anon…do you think you could…sleep with me tonight…” She says, hiding her face, but the clear sign of blushing is hard to hide on such a pristinely white coat.
>You have to admit, it’s goddamn adorable when she blushes.
“Okay, Rarity…”
>She smiles again, and her eyes get a little bedroomy.
“…but…just sleep this time, okay?”
>The smile lessens, but you see her nod, and she finishes her tea with a smile.
>Okay, well surprisingly you got her to stop drinking, and you gave her the gift she’d forgotten about.
And you also get to sleep with her.
>Yeah, boner, sleep. You know, that thing that makes us function at all?
You’re not very fun today, brain.
>You follow her into her room, the wide bed’s sheets immaculately prepared. As she walks into the room, the lights dim to a much more comfortable level.
>She hops on the bed as you reach its foot, and she lies on her side, looking at you seductively.
>Before you can try and act like you don’t notice, blood starts to engorge your member slightly.
>Son of a bitch, it’s going to be a battle of wills tonight, isn’t it?
>As if the day wasn’t already long enough. Good god.
>You take off your shirt and undo your pants, letting them both fall to the floor.
>You’re wearing your black silk boxers, still. You need at least a little protection.
>Reaching the side, you lay down next to her on top of the sheets, your face right in front of hers.
>You swallow hard.
>She looks at you with the same eyes that you saw the other night, when you were surprised by her in your bedroom.
>You’d like to call it drunken lust, but you’re not really sure any more.
>Gotta act fast.
“Rar…”
>That was all you could get out before she kissed you, hard, her hooves wrapping themselves around your neck as she pushes her body against yours.
>It’s just kissing. It’s fine.
>Of course, you give in and kiss her back, your own arms wrapping around her, your fingers trailing against her coat with light pressure.
>Oh shit wait what
>This elicits a slight moan from her, and you feel her tongue push against your lips.
>Woah wait a second who gave boner control this isn’t supposed to happen.
Sorry bro, got a little carried away.
>Despite that, turning that tongue away is way too hard in your tired state.
>You let her enter you, gently toying with her flat tongue as she runs it along your front teeth and around your own.
>Meanwhile, your run a hand through her mane, savoring the soft silky curls in your hand, the passion affecting your breathing.
>Your boner is winning, unfortunately.
>Your hands run along her sides and you begin to think about giving in to her, but the small spark of energy left in your conscience stops you briefly.
>Bro, she’s drunk, and she’s in heat.
>Oh shit you’re right…estrus.
>How do you keep forgetting this?
>Sorry…uh…right we’re not supposed to be doing this right?
>Anon, she has a pretty bad drinking problem. You’re pretty much taking advantage of her.
>Goddamnit you’re right…but…we really are enjoying this.
I’ll say.
>Your boner has reached full mast as Rarity moans into the kiss, her strong tongue pushing against yours.
>Of course, it’s pressed up against her, and she grinds her body against it. You feel a burst of precum exit your member.
>O…okay…think…this isn’t going to end well for us if we give in to her.
>She’s dry humping us, man. You know we can’t take much more of that. It’s been too damn long, and you’ve been raped like three times now.
>WAIT A SECOND THAT’S IT
>With a burst of passion using energy you didn’t know you had, you turn the tides in your mouth, pushing your tongue into her mouth, which elicits a surprised moan from her.
>Meanwhile, your hands go back to running their fingers into sides, much like the massage you gave her when this all started.
>You break the kiss and she looks at you puzzled and panting with excitement.
“Let me finish what I started the other day…” You say, with fake confidence.
>She smiles wide.
>”Please and thank you, darling.” Her voice comes out as a whisper. She’s enjoying this quite a lot.
>So are you, but you have to press on.
And press against her more.
>DAMNIT PENIS
>She gets into the same position as she was on the massage table, laying flat on her belly, but this time she’s turned her head to watch you work your magic.
>You swallow hard, but your mouth tastes of her and you REALLY don’t want to resist her.
>You take a deep breath, and go to her side.
>You start to work on her neck, running your fingers in circles, though not quite as calculated as before. You’re really just feeling her soft skin under her coat, and it’s not helping your boner at all.
>You quickly trail down to her withers, and she shivers a little. You increase your pressure here and run a fingertip along her spine. She moans lightly, and you can see she’s closed her eyes now.
>Good.
>With that, you reach her midsection and quickly turn her entire body over.
>She stirs a little at the movement and looks at you surprised for a moment.
>Then she smiles even wider.
>You have to admit, this is the first time you’ve seen this side of her so close.
>Her underside is covered in a much finer coat of hair, but it is still an immaculate white until it comes to a slight rose towards her belly, forming a wide circle.
>At the bottom of her belly lays two quivering ivory teats that you don’t spend a lot of time trying to explain to your mind due to the boner now obviously poking out of your boxers.
>…that’s probably why she’s smiling.
>And of course…at the base of her body lies her marehood.
>You can see it’s already soaked, slightly twitching. Her pink clitoris winks out at you and you’re trying your damndest to not be overwhelmed by lust right now.
>YOU HAVE A MISSION
>Shit, you do, but this is going to get very difficult very fast.
>You position yourself over her, your face parallel to hers, and go in for a deep kiss.
>You can feel her tail swishing lightly against your inner thigh and up your boxers.
>…her tail.
>Huh.
>Humans didn’t have tails. If you were in this situation with a woman, you’d pretty much be the dominant one in all of this.
>You guess. You’d never been with a girl before.
>You knew they didn’t have tails, though.
>Just three weeks ago, you were thrust into this world and the last thing on your mind was having sex…
>...and now you’ve fallen for one of these ponies, and you’re looking to have sex with her, right now.
>No…my…my virginity was stolen from me. I’m not going to give her what she wants.
>Especially since she’s drunk.
>You break the kiss, and immediately set about kissing her cheek, her neck, moving down her chest towards her belly.
>Her tail ceases its efforts, falling to the side.
>She coos softly as your lips make contact with her soft underbelly.
>Soon, you reach her soft patch, and you plant tiny kisses in a zigzag downward.
>When you reach the midpoint, you extend your tongue out and paint a thin line down toward her teats, a surprised moan escaping her lips as you catch her watching you now.
>Good. Because honestly you’re a little scared.
>Final stretch into the realm of horsefuckery, guys, let’s make it happen.
>Your tongue meets the base of one of the teats, and you run the tip of your tongue up it.
>Apparently that was too much.
>She moans loudly into an orgasm, and you smell an interesting smell all of the sudden.
>Marshmallows?
>Wut.
>You rise and look to her.
>She has a lust addled glaze over her eyes.
>Wanting…expecting…needing more.
>You can feel your crotch receive a fresh shipment of blood as your member throbs out another shot of precum.
>Deep breaths Anon.
>You lean back down, and take one of her teats into your mouth.
>They’re small, so you suck on it gently, and run your tongue over the top and base as your hands lightly graze her soft belly.
>You can feel her body writhe and her legs gently kick as she moans, your tongue doing wonders on her soft skin.
>Moment of truth, Anon.
>You clench your teeth lightly on the base of her teat, and drag your teeth upwards, barely grazing the sides. You pull up, and kiss the teat for being such a good sport.
>You look to her again, and her eyes are closed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth slightly.
>Good maybe I don’t have to keep going.
>”Anon…more…” She moans between the words, and your boner has achieved maximum hardness.
>This is getting out of hand.
>You know you want to fuck this pony so damn hard, right now. And you know it’d be the best damn thing you have felt in your entire damned life.
>You take both of her hindlegs in your hand, spreading her slightly.
>Her marehood is sopping wet with her juices. Apparently ponies were heavy squirters.
>”Please…” She pleads, her clitoris winking out at you expectedly.
>You’re going to give her what she wants.
>But not what she expects.
>And your  brain is honestly terrified of what you have planned.
>It cries one last “But she’s a pony!” before that thought is finally silenced.
>You don’t care any more.
>You love this damn pony.
>With that, you lower your head down to her marehood, and finally figure out where that smell was coming from.
>Rarity’s marehood smells like marshmallow fluff. You’d probably crack a joke at this if you weren’t so damned turned on.
>You hear her moan slightly as your hot breath makes contact with her entrance.
>That was a good enough sign for the go ahead, but you’re still rather hesitant.
>You take a deep breath, and lick her entirety with the flat of your tongue.
>The moan that escapes her lips was the loudest yet, and you’ve not even started.
>Your tongue traces her entrance, darting inside every so often to tease her.
>She tastes exactly how marshmallow fluff smells. This is amazing.
>With that thought, you hungrily plant your face into her, your tongue diving deep inside of her, catching her clitoris with the tip of your tongue.
>You run your tongue against her warm walls, and tease her clit with the underside of your tongue.
>It doesn’t take long before she floods you with more marshmallow juice and you’re forced to retreat, her excited moan reverberating throughout the room, likely waking Sweetie Belle.
>You pull back and see her panting heavily, the sheets below her now soaked through to the mattress lightly.
>You go to lay next to her, and give her a kiss on the cheek.
>Her breathing soon regulates, and you feel her body relax.
>Good…she’s asleep, and satiated.
>And you didn’t fuck her.
You should have fucked her man.
>Your boner aches painfully, rock hard from your little spectacle.
>You know deep down that you’d of regretted having sex with Rarity tonight.
>You wanted her when she was sober. When she was herself.
>Your mind still flooded with passion, you are going to have to get some release.
>It was going to be a long night.